I completely agree. I got a dilute grey tortoiseshell as a kitten who was orphaned. I was going to pick another kitten but I ended up with her and I am so thankful b/c I love her dearly. I aptly named her Mischief and she is completely nuts. She gets in the shower, she steals stuffed animals, she carries things around like a dog, and she will not allow me to go to the bathroom unaccompanied. She picks on my grey cat which is very shy and she is very smart. She knows when my husband is home from the sound of his truck and she perks up and waits for him and pretends she was not laying with me. She also doesn't hold a grudge long but she is very tempermental. I just adopted a black long haired torti kitten and Mischief is not at all impressed. I have become a true torti lover but honestly, Mischief is more like a dog. lol Also, I have an adopted Siamese who is not at all like a Siamese. She is very loving and affectionate. Maybe its just me, but I love them all.
Aww.. this thread brings back some memories. Growing up my first larger pet (had hansters and fish previously) was a tortoiseshell cat. She was nearly 8 when we adopted her or should I say she adopted us. To this day I am convinced she was the best cat in the world. Blanche (named after GoldenGirls' character) was a hoot! She actually loved being dressed up, especially for Halloween. Only cat I've ever seen that would follow us from one door to the next trick-or-treating. She was a talker too. I could hear her coming long before I could see her. She was also the boss of our neighborhood (before I knew better she was an indoor/outdoor kitty). The funny part of her being the boss was her previous home had her totally declawed yet she still kept the other cats in the neighborhood in line. One halloween we were given a tiny black male kitten and Blanche took him under her wing. She mothered him from the moment he came into our lives until the day she left us. She loved being carried like a baby and living in a house where there were many toddlers in and out she never bit even when given the 'chokehugs' that many young children can and do give. She did, however, give me pathetic looks so I would rescue her. She taunted the biggest, baddest dogs in the neighborhood too. Looking back I am amazed that she lived as long as she did with the life we let her live. When I moved out Blanche came with me and she became a strictly indoor cat. I didn't get to have her that long after that... not even 2 years. One night after playing her favorite game of fetch the foil ball, she curled up near my head as she always did and sometime during the night passed away.. She was 18 1/2 years old. God how I miss that cat. She saw me through alot of things while with me and never asked for anything more than love. She gave her heart to me and I gave mine right back. If I ever own another cat again it will DEFINETLY be a tortie.
My Tortie's name should be satan. Her name is Chloe, and she used to beat on my three legged cat Lucy all the time and would sleep in my garage, she was so emaciated that she couldn't decide what she wanted more, to be petted or to eat food. I took care of her, by feeding her, was moving from my house to a 40 ft trailer on the side of my house, she is brilliant. Somehow she gets Lucy to do her bidding, as Lucy would scratch on the trailer door and when I opened it, she would jump down and Chloe would come running in. She made herself at home, pooped in the litter box slept on my bed and basically forced herself upon us. When I moved, I couldn't just leave her behind so she came with me, now I have 5 cats, she runs a tight ship. They all fear her. She will place herself in a strategic location and dare them to come past her. Sometimes she will lay on a box or table and swap at the other cats when they walk by. She is in love with me. Wants to be on me all the time, wants me to pet her all the time, but then she bites the crap out of me with such vengence, she will bruise me and occasionally break skin. she is very verbose, and just does things to get my attention when she wants food. Oh, and she is really overweight now and rarely leaves the house. Then every once in awhile, she will just take off outside and stay away for awhile and come back soaking wet with a total attitude. She's just a little crazy I guess. I still love her and baby her though.
I have a tortie named Midna, and she is a love bug! She is a, well, special kitty (you know, the short bus kind?)
I rescued her from Fran's Felines and she chose me! Loves to be petted and be on your lap. She also kneads a lot.
She has a few problems. She started limping when when she was a kitten and I took her to the vet. Her back legs always looked bow legged to me. the vet said her knees were off track and that she wasn't limping because she was in pain, it was because her anatomy was off. She no longer limps, but she looks bow legged.
She has lost all of her top middle teeth and is missing one of her fangs. She drools sometimes.
She doesn't meow very well, she kind of squeaks. Sometimes it sounds like a whisper.
She is only 3 years old and the teeth started falling out when she was 2. You would think she is about 15 or 20 years old! LOL
She is my baby, and she can't wait until I get home from work every day so she can use me as a big pillow.
All the tortoishells I have know have been very clear that everything has to be on their terms and if they are in a bad mood then you soon know about it. At first they seem to be SO aloof, but when they decide they like you they won't leave you alone - many a time I've been in the bathroom and a little tortie head peers round the door to just check your still around. Also the black cats I have known have all been so much more talkative than other colours - always mewing or swearing at something and insisting on telling you about their day when you get in.
My tortie is about 8 years old. She was so adorable and playful as a kitten but since my older gray tabby wasn't "feelin' her", she grew to be resenteful because she did not have a playmate. Well the older gray tabby died two year ago, so it's just me and my tortie now. My cat has grown to be much more affectionate since she's the only one now. She rubs up against me, she sleeps with me (and practically hugs me while we are sleeping). She meows for me to "bless" her food before she eats -- that means petting her head so that she can start to eat her food. But she is not that fond of being pursued and picked up. I playfully chase her down, her tail grows big and she meows. She submits and lets me pick her up and cuddle her and she reluctantly tarts to purr. My vet friend calls her "Tyson" because she has a really good left and right jab. She punches. With me, it's playful; with strangers, I'm not sure. She is not the type of cat that a stranger can walk up to and start petting. I warn folks to just chill, ignore her and let her come to you. If you do that, she will warm up to you. she does not like being approached. On one hand she is very bold and sure of herself, but on the other hand, she's skittish and anxious. I don't think you can judge a book by a cover or a man by his color, but I have a feeling that the color and pattern of a cat's fur can offer clues about personality.
I have been owned by Lizzie for about 8 years now. I adopted her at PetSmart. I've always called her a tortie, but a friend sent me an article about torbies. Lizzie does have some very definite ginger strips on her back legs, so maybe? I loved reading this thread about the tortitude. Everyone told me I caused Lizzie to have it. I'm glad to know that's not completely true. lol She is my first inside cat so I know I've spoiled her. I love that she runs to greet me when I get home. I don't love as much, the patting of my face early in the morning to let me know it's breakfast time. She is very vocal and a bit demanding. (When she's ready for lap time, it's lap time whether I'm sitting or not! :D) I love her to pieces, though.
I lost Everest, my 17 year old Himalayan, in September. I was heartbroken and never thought I would get another cat. We had literally moved around the world together and I loved him so much. Three months later, I stopped to just look at the cats at PetSmart, and saw this 6-month old Tortie hiding behind the litter box. The notices warned that she was shy, not friendly, probably couldn't deal with other pets or children, etc. I said that I had to buy her because no one else would. For the first week or so, I literally bawled, wondering how I could return her. She hid, was nasty, and cried loudly 24 hours a day. Now, I absolutely love her. She makes me laugh every single day with her playfulness and lovingness. She is so different than Everest, who was so handsome it hurt. I still miss him every day, but he was anything but playful. Betty is a hoot. I have never had a cat like her. Playful. Loving. Cruel. Vocal. Childish. Sophisticated. Nasty. Independent. Dependant. Ugly. Strikingly beautiful. She is a complete mess, and I love her to pieces. Maybe because she reminds me so much of me.
I have a baby Torti (my 1st)... maybe 4 weeks or less. I had to bottle feed her for a couple of days. Anyway... she's eatin' soft food now laced with kitten milk formula. Pook... the Maine Coon has adopted and is mothering her.... bathing 'n all.
I'm reading strange things 'bout Torties here... but anyway, I've named her 'Snuggles' 'cause that's what she likes to do w/o any coaxing. She sleeps in bed w/me... cuddles up alongside 'n stays put. She'll sleep on my shoulder if I'm sittin' up. "Loves to be peted 'n have her tummy tickled. She's not afraid of anything... 'n played with the big cats (after they stopped hissing at her) right away.
'Nuther thing... she comes when I call her. I mean... she's tiny and does this. I call 'Snuggles'... 'n she comes to me, even when she can't see me. I'm havin' a bit of trouble gettin' here to use the litter box on her own... it's like she forgets where it is. It's just a pie pan with litter in it 'cause she's too small to use the big cat box. She's got a light tan mask... 'n her eyes are still blue. She seems happy enough... 'n will climb my pants leg to get in my lap. I don't think this is normal... but she seems pretty smart for a kitten. I'd post a picture but I don't see where to do that.
I have two torties kittens up for adoption that I saved the day before hurrican Irene. Both are beautiful, one is super fluffy. I also have a tabby and a black one...plus the mommy.....if anyone is interested in one or a pair, please let me know. My cats are insane with them in the house.
The torties are pretty shy, but really playful...all they need is a good home and a warm lap!
Hi, I'm wondering if anyone can help me? I've heard torties can be quite agressive and sometimes seem to have a split personality, which i have witnessed through an old friends cat. Although i am curious as my boyfriends grandma has a tortie and she is absolutely lovely, never scratches, bites or anything. I would really like a cat but i have to be careful in what i get because my boyfriend has a son who stays with us. Help?
I have a tortoishell cat I named Asia. I adopted her from the SPCA 2 and a half years ago. She was 9 years old at the time. I also own 4 other rescue cats. At first I tried confining her in a room, to give the proper introduction slowly, as she was entering a multi cat environment. She went straight to her dish right away and ate and then sat at door to get out of the room. She never bothered sniffing the environment (like most cats). I let her out after an hour as I felt bad. She walked upstairs and could not care about any of the other cats hissing at her, and parked her spot on the couch. She literally owned my home the first day she entered. She rules my house and makes alot of demands. She will only drink out of the tap and makes all of her demands very clear, so there is no mistaking what she is wanting. She loves when I brush her but gets hissy at me when she wants me to brush somewhere else. She purrs until she is tired of being brushed and than swats me and walks away lol. I love all of my cats but Asia has turned into the love of my life. She is very special. I thank God everyday that I have her. Sometimes I feel she loves me back but I can never be sure(LOL)
When I was 17 my siamese passed away and I decided to get a kitten from our local animal shelter. I chose a spunky tortoiseshell and happily collected her from the vet after her spaying. When I got home, much to my horror, I realized that the little cat in my cat travel box wasn't the one I had chosen. The shelter had sent the wrong one. Little did I know that this would be one of the best things to ever happen to me. Many years later I am the proud "mother" of a gorgeous green eyed torbie called Gemma who makes me feel lucky to have her every single day. She loves me and puts herself to sleep in my room every night, but is only tolerant of strangers. She demands FRESH water every time she drinks, her food needs to be newly poured before she will eat it, she must be present during all of my baths, and if I sleep too late she will brush my face with her paws and cry softly. Everything must be done Gemma's way and even the dogs know not to mess with the queen of the estate. She even jumps out of bushes to scare away dogs walking past our gate! If you want a cat with a unique personality that will make you feel like the most important human in the world, get one of these :)